Now, what you've all been waiting for...CHAPTER 11! *cheers* *shouts of joy*
Alright so as a warning, this chapter contains slight sensual/sexual innuendos? (Not sure of the proper term :P) So be prepared...to fangirl/boy? all the way! :3
Also this is slightly random but it once you read the story you'll get it. "IMAGINE FRANCE IN A SPEEDO!" XD
It soon became dark and many of the stores were closing.
"Doitsu, can we get some gelato?" Italy asked, pointing to a little gelato shop.
"We haven't had dinner," said Germany.
"Please?"
"*SIGH* Fine…" Germany gave in. They ordered two gelato cones. Germany got vanilla and Italy got strawberry.
Italy finished his gelato instantly, but Germany took his time so when he had finished, some of it had dripped down his hand.
"I need a napkin," he said, holding up his hand, so that he didn't get it on his clothes.
"I don't have one…" said Italy. "Oh, wait I know!" he took Germany's hand and licked off the gelato that had run down his wrist. He smiled. "And now it doesn't go to waste!"
Germany felt his face go red. He tried to pull hi hand out of Italy's grip, but Italy didn't let go.
"Ve~? What's wrong?" he asked, noticing Germany's face. A look of realization crossed his feature and he also blushed. Then he got an idea.
"Doitsu…" he whispered, taking Germany's thumb into his mouth and sucking on it.
"It-Feli!" Germany widened his eyes in shock.
"What?" asked Italy innocently, as he began to lick off Germany's index finger. "There's still gelato on your hand, I'm just cleaning it off…"
Germany didn't know what to do. As he watched Italy, all sorts of idea's and fantasies wandered into his mind. He tried to shake them away, but he couldn't ignore the fact that his jeans were becoming a little tight in the front. Why was Italy doing this? He tried to not groan as Italy took an extra long lick of his ring finger.
Italy gazed up at Germany, who had closed his eyes and was gritting his teeth. He wanted Germany to know that he liked him, as more then a friend. So he decided he would use this situation to his advantage, to get his message out, and so that Germany wouldn't become guilty again.
When Italy had finished 'cleaning' his fingers, Germany opened his eyes. He peered down and took in everything about Italy at that moment. How his lips were slightly parted, how he stared at him with those large golden brown orbs, and the slight blush on his cheeks. He also took in the not so small bump in the front of Italy's oh-so nice fitting jeans. There was no denying it. Italy knew exactly what he had done. Germany took a deep breath.
"Feli…"he said his voice husky from arousal. "You have some on your face…"
"Ve~?" Italy reached up to his cheek and wiped. Sure enough there was gelato. "Oops!"
Germany took his hand. "Let me get that for you…" he said, before licking the gelato covered finger.
"Nnn…" Italy bit his lip. "Doitsu…"They stared at each other, both unsure where to go from there.
"I…"Italy said. "I t-think I still have some on m-my lips," He blushed even more. "Could you get it for me?"
Realizing what Italy was asking of him, Germany became nervous. He'd never kissed anyone before (excluding the weird dream), and he didn't want to mess this up. He looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching them. The only people in sight were a couple down the street, who were too interested in each other to pay any attention to Italy and Germany.
"J-ja," said Germany, swallowing. "I guess I could…" He cupped Italy's face with his other hand. Italy closed his eyes as Germany leaned in. Their lips touched softly…
Italy gasped as he felt himself being yanked away from Germany. He turned around to see a very livid Romano and a nervous Spain. Romano started to yell at him in rapid Italian.
Germany stared at them, startled by their appearance out of nowhere. A familiar voice whispered into his ear.
"Imagine France in a Speedo."
As soon as the image was in his head, Germany felt his pants loosen. He spun around to see who had spoken.
Prussia was standing there, a big grin on his face. Hungary was standing behind him.
"Hello, Germany," she said. "How are you?"
"I-I'm, uh, good?" he said, confused. "Why are you guys here?"
"Well…"Hungary looked at Prussia. "Why don't you tell him?" she asked sweetly.
Germany glared at Prussia. "Bruder, why are you here?"
Prussia felt his blood run cold Germany was going to be mad, but it's not lie he had a choice. Sighing, Prussia spoke.
"You didn't honestly think I would miss this, do you?" he said. "My little brother's, first date?"
A blush crept up Germany's face. "D-date?" he said. He felt like such an idiot for not realizing it earlier. It explained why Italy had been so nervous when he asked him to come out today.
Prussia spoke again. "Not to mention I wasn't the only one," he motioned towards Romano. "The only thing is, he doesn't look as enthusiastic about witnessing his brother's first kiss…"
Prussia was right about that, thought Germany once he got over the fact that the four of them had seen everything. It also explained the camera clicks he thought he had heard during his 'date' with Italy. He looked at Hungary, who had very casually, slipped her camera into her bag. Sighing he turned back around to look at the two Italian brothers, a tense Spain trying to calm down a yelling Romano.
"E 'già abbastanza grave è andato in questa data con lui! (It was bad enough that you went on this date with him!)" said Romano. "Ma allora tu….tu… (But then you…you…)" he coughed. "E che cosa diavolo stavi facendo con le dita? (And what the hell were you doing with his fingers?)"
Italy was shocked and scared. Where did Romano come from? "Io…Io… (I…I…)" he didn't know what to say.
"Lascia perdere, (Forget it)" Romano said. "Stiamo andando a casa, ora, (We are going home now)" he grabbed Italy's arm.
"C-cosa? No! (W-what? No!)" Italy struggled against his brother's grip, but couldn't break free.
"Anche, (Also)" Romano spoke again. "Quando arriviamo a casa non sará mai permesso di vedere che il mangiatore di patate di nouvo. (When we get home, you will not ever be allowed to see that potato eater again)
Italy snapped. Romano let go of him and rubbed his cheek, which was sore from the slap. He gazed at his younger brother in shock.
"No! (No!)" said Italy. He was angry now. First his brother interrupted his kiss with Germany and now he was saying he couldn't see him anymore. Italy wasn't going to take it.
"Che diritto hai, per farmi smettere di vedere la Germania? Questa é la mia scelta, non la tua! (What right do you have to stop me from seeing Germany ? This is my choice, not yours!)" Italy said. "Se voglio stare con lui, allora lo farò! (If I want to be with him, then I will!)"
Romano was still reeling over the fact that Italy had slapped him. He opened his mouth then closed. He tried again.
"Che mangiatore di patatenon va bene per voi, (That potato eater is no good for you)" he said.
"Cosa ti rende così sicuro? (What makes you so sure?)" asked Italy.
"P-perché… (B-because…)" Romano averted his eyes away from Italy.
"Perché ciò? Perché lo odiano così tanto? Egli non ha fatto niente, ma tu sei sempre scortese con lui ! Allora dimme perché! (Because what? Why do you hate him so much? He has not done anything, yet you are always rude to him! So tell me why!)" Italy demanded. "E'una persona simpatica, che- (He is a nice person, who-)"
"Perché! (Because!)" Romano shouted. "Egli ti porterai via da me! (He will take you away from me!)" He started to cry. "Sarai sempre con lui. Vi permetterà di trascorrere sempre più tempo con lui, fino a quando non tornerai a casa… ( You will always be with him. You will spend more and more time with him, until you never come home...)" He hiccupped and continued to cry.
Italy stepped towards him and wrapped him into a hug. "Lovi," he whispered, no longer angry. "Sarai sempre il mio fratello maggiore. Niente potrà nulla che, (You will always be my big brother. Nothing will change that)"
"Feliciano…"
"Solo perché amo la Germania, non significa che io ti amerò di meno. (Just because I love Germany, does not mean that I will love you any less)" Italy kissed Romano on both cheeks. "E se io sono sempre con la Germani e si sente solo, devi Antonio a tirati sui l morale! (And if I am ever with Germany and you feel lonely, you have Antonio to cheer you up!)"
"Come se, idiota! (As if, idiot!)" Romano stopped crying and began to blush. Italy smiled.
"Um…" Spain said. "Is everything okay?"
The two Italians turned to Spain, who had worry etched into his face. The other three also had the same expressions. They hadn't understood what happened because the brother had been speaking in there native tongue.
"Yes," said Italy.
"Yeah," said Romano.
Spain sighed in relief and kissed Romano tenderly on the cheek, which had been slapped. While Romano was blushing and trying to hit him, Italy walked over to where Germany, Prussia and Hungary were.
"I don't really understand what happened, but kudos," said Prussia. "First you put the moves on West, and then you slap Romano. Our little Italia-chan is growing up!"
"Nii-san!" Germany wanted to hit Prussia for saying such things. Before he got the chance though, Hungary had already hit him with her frying pan.
Prussia was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.
"I'll let you two have some privacy," she said, dragging his body away.
"Hungary-san can be scary sometimes," said Italy.
"Yes, she can," agreed Germany. He cleared his throat. "So what exactly happened? Why did you slap Romano?"
"He said something that made me angry," answered Italy.
"You guy's are okay now, though?"
"Uh-huh!" Italy walked over and hugged him. "Sorry for worrying you."
"It's oaky," said Germany, returning the gesture by wrapping his own arms around the Italian.
Italy smiled and spoke into Germany's chest. "Hey, Doitsu?"
"Yes?"
"I really, really like you…" said Italy.
Germany blushed. "Yeah, me too. I like you."
"Ve~" Italy squeezed Germany. "I'm so happy to hear you say that…"
He stepped back and gave Germany the brightest smile. Seeing him grinning up at him, The German couldn't help but smile a little himself.
"Hey! Veneziano!" Romano called out. He was no longer trying to hit Spain; instead the Spaniard had managed to slip an arm around South Italy's waist. "Antonio is gonna make some homemade sauce for pasta tonight. Are you coming?"
Germany watched as a look of inner-conflict ran across Italy's face. He really wanted to stay and spend more time with Germany, but the thought of pasta made with Spain's delicious homemade sauce…
"You should go," said Germany.
"What?" Italy stared at him. "B-but, what about our date?"
The German was yet again caught off-guard by the word 'date', but got over it quick and answered Italy.
"It's fine, we can see each other soon," he said. "Not to mention, I don't think Hungary, even with he super human strength, can drag my brother all the way home by herself."
Italy giggled. "I guess, you're right," he went on his tippy-toes, and on cue Germany bent down a little to let him kiss his cheek. Italy had a different idea though. He reached up, wrapped his arms around Germany's neck and kissed him right smack on the lips. Germany was surprised but didn't shy away. Instead he lifted Italy slightly and kissed back.
When they separated, they were both blushing furiously.
"So, I-I'll call you?" Germany asked.
"Yep! You can call me tonight if you want," said Italy.
"I'll do that."
The two of them walked over to Romano and Spain who, decently, had looked away while they had been kissing.
"So are you coming?" asked Romano.
"Yes!" Italy said happily.
"Will you be coming too?" Romano asked looking at Germany. He didn't exactly say it nicely, but at least he was trying.
`No, I can't. I need to take my brother home," said Germany gesturing to Prussia who Hungary had propped up against a lamppost, while she had yet again snuck he camera back into her bag. "Thanks anyways."
"Yeah, well…." Romano turned away. "Can we go now?"
Spain laughed and kissed the top of Romano's head. Turning bright red, Romano went to hit him, but Spain caught his fist.
"You and Ita-chan can go ahead. I want to talk with Germany for a moment," he said, pressing his lips to Romano's hand.
"F-fine, but don't take too long!" said Romano, pulling his arm away from the Spaniard.
"Bye, Doitsu!" said Italy, before he walked away with Romano.
"Bye."
When the two brothers were out of earshot, Spain spoke.
"Sorry about ruining your evening with Ita-chan," he said. "Romano just kinda freaked, when he saw you two…" he didn't need to finish.
"Well if I'd known we were being followed…"
"Yes, but if you knew, Hungary wouldn't have been able to take such lovely photos," Spain gave him a smile.
"Ugh, she's not going to give those up, is she?"
"Nope."
Germany sighed. "I didn't think so…"
Spain patted his shoulder and laughed light-heartedly. "At least you have Ita-chan now."
"Yeah…" Germany stared off to where Italy and Romano had gone. They could barely be seen in the distance.
"I have a little 'trick' you might like to use on him…" said Spain after a moment.
"Hmm?" Germany lifted an eyebrow.
"If you are alone together it can make things more, exciting," continued Spain, giving Germany a wink. "You know those silly ahoges, that both of-"
"Oh, I already know about that," said Germany.
"Ehhh? Really?" Spain looked shocked. "You move fast."
Germany gave him a confused look. "What d you mean? The only thing that happens is he goes quiet."
"What? Seriously? You didn't figure it out yet?" asked Spain. "Did nothing seem odd to you?"
The German thought for a moment. "Well, there was one time I was pulling on Italy's curl and Romano saw. He started to yell at me nd call me a pervert. I asked him what the big deal was and he wouldn't tell me. So I pulled on his curl too and he just shut up," he said.
"You, what…?" Spain's voice had all of a sudden become intimidating. "You pulled on Lovi's curl?"
"Y-yes?" Germany had noticed Spain's change in tone of voice.
Spain looked straight at Germany, a wrathful look on his face. Germany was terrified. His brother had told him tales about an angry Spain and they usually did not turn out well. Especially, when it had to do with Romano. Prussia had even come home one time, bleeding all over, because he thought it would be a good idea to grab Romano's behind. Was he ever wrong.
Germany backed up a little, away from the glaring Spaniard.
"I-I'm sorry?" he said, slightly panicked.
Spain continued to glower at him. Eventually he relaxed and his usual smile returned to his face.
"It's okay." He said. "It's not like you knew."
Germany sighed a breath of relief.
"But don't ever do it again," said Spain.
Germany could sense the threat behind Spain's smile. He had no doubt that if he ever did pull on Romano's curl, that he would lose an arm to the once battle-axe wielding nation.
"Got it."
"Good." Spain gave Germany a pat on the shoulder. "I should go and catch up with those two," he said.
"Ah, okay. Bye."
"Good-bye."
Spain went on his way and Germany headed over to Hungary, to help her bring Prussia home.
Translations:
Ja-Yes, Yeah
Bruder-Brother
I apologize if the parts in Italian are wrong. I had to depend on google :P (If any one could help me edit that part, that would be great)
Alright so what did you guy's think? Was the gelato part too much? Did the part with Spain make sense? Was an angry Italy believable? Was it a good idea to have the brothers speaking in Italian? Please tell me :D
Also, it might be a while before I post up a new chapter because for one, it's march break and two because I have only written about 14 chapters so I want to at least reach 16-17 before I post up more. If you guy's are interested during the break I'll be working on my Hetalia AMV and hopefully I'll get it done. I'm hoping to enter it in the Anime North 2011 AMV contest XD(my account is Kisa2012x)
Are any of you going to AN? If you are don't be shy. Mssg me on FF or YT, I'd love to meet the awesome ppl that read my story.
Alright so I thinks that's all for now. Please review and tell me what you think :3